Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -part 1- Target 〈Popular →〉

Neither of them moved. They couldn't. They were anchored to the tile floor by the sheer weight of processed food.

"Scoreboard," Nikki mumbled, rubbing her middle. There was already a slight, tight bulge pressing against her hoodie.

"You have to," Felicity whispered. "We haven't even hit the checkout line yet." Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -Part 1- Target

"Target," Nikki texted back. "No limits. No regrets."

Felicity looked at the remaining groceries—the untouched chips, the half-pizza, the extra donuts—and smiled painfully. Neither of them moved

"Baseline," she said, tearing the package open before they even reached the chip aisle. She handed one to Nikki.

"Part 2: The Leftover Redemption," Nikki declared. "But I’m driving. You can’t fit behind the wheel right now." "Scoreboard," Nikki mumbled, rubbing her middle

Sitting on a faux-leather ottoman in the furniture section (because why not?), Nikki and Felicity split the mozzarella sticks. The hot cheese stretched for miles. Nikki felt her stomach gurgle in protest—it was too fast, too hot, too much—but Felicity was already eyeing the candy aisle.